Father Almighty

There is no One like You.
How I abhor the company
Of the teeth that grind,
The leering, veering exultantly
Proud antipathy

To Your Eminence.

You are the One and Only
True King Eternal
Your power not bestowed,
Not validated by the external,
But radiates from Your internal

Glorious Being.

No man can wave a finger,
Nor raise a fist,
But that You allow in patience
What should not exist
Until the darkness is dismissed

And hubris feasts on dust.

Fearsome Holy God
Burning up the darkness
Like an inconsumable constellation
Like molten metal, in starkness
To the cold hearts in this

Rebellious, faithless place.

You could withdraw
Your presence, Your breath
And the wisest wither,
All that would be left
Is even less than

A shadow of death

But You tarry, for now,

Until the hour

No man may stay You.